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i still dont know how to speak tear drops dried and dusty soul is weak i feel meek deep down i know im king stuck in a jar uncooked with onion rings im fried every day of the week im tired every second of the day minus celery red eyes clearly disdain pure and simply for myself in every fucking category self hatred even when i sleep these arent allegories memories of happiness broken put together with cum and other pleasantries addicted to brothels of reality checks i never learn anything worth a break this here man is more offal insides outside than premium prime rib seared steak